The private dining room glowed with soft golden light, spilling from a chandelier shaped like a cluster of tiny blossoms. The table before Athena was set with crystal glasses and fine china, each plate rimmed with delicate gold. A vase of fresh orchids stood in the center, their fragrance faint but sweet, blending with the aroma of the dishes laid before them.
Gentle music floated in the background—a low, steady rhythm that wrapped the room in quiet romance.
Antonio had gone all out for this date. Maybe he was trying to wipe off the memory of the last one they'd had, the one where her mind had been in the clouds rather than on her boyfriend.
She mused on that with a soft smile, pleased that he had at least taken her complaints into account and had kept the paparazzi away. It would have put a stain on the evening; it was enough receiving congratulatory messages and looks from the citizens on her feed, her website—everywhere.
